Like There Were An Infinite More Tomorrows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 20, 2018

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I wanted you to kiss me on my tantalizingly  svelte lips this very moment; but like there were going be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and
undyingly augmenting compassion,

I wanted you to kiss me on my jubilantly intrepid forehead this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and inimitably priceless understanding,

I wanted you to kiss me on my exhilaratingly nubile feet this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and beautifully untainted adventure,

I wanted you to kiss me on my poignantly blossoming cheeks this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and spell-bindingly inebriated flirtation,

I wanted you to kiss me on my sensuously embellished eyelashes this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and profusely exemplary mischief,

I wanted you to kiss me on my intricately sensitive ears this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and ebulliently enlightening whispering,

I wanted you to kiss me on my irrefutably persevering sweat this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and resplendently emollient righteousness,

I wanted you to kiss me on my seductively wavering nape this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and ubiquitously unending cavorting,

I wanted you to kiss me on my fantastically unbridled belly this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and triumphantly unconquerable virility,

I wanted you to kiss me on my ecstatically burgeoning bosom this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and victoriously unceasing fieriness,

I wanted you to kiss me on my candidly emphatic eyes this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and timelessly insuperable solidarity,

I wanted you to kiss me on my fearlessly unprejudiced chest this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and magically ameliorating selflessness,

I wanted you to kiss me on my inexplicably cris-crossed palms this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and limitlessly enigmatic destiny,

I wanted you to kiss me on my ravishingly titillating hair this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and vivaciously effulgent uncanniness,

I wanted you to kiss me on my altruistically Spartan hands this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and eternally emancipating goodness,

I wanted you to kiss me on my magnetically enticing shadow this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and indefatigably healing togetherness,

I wanted you to kiss me on my blissfully rhapsodic throat this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and tirelessly proliferating mellifluousness,

I wanted you to kiss me on my impeccably unimpeachable conscience this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and miraculously amalgamating truthfulness,

I wanted you to kiss me on my unshakably blessed heart; this very moment; but like there were going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting
and immortally Omnipotent love,

And I wanted you to kiss me on my unsurpassably passionate nostrils this very moment; but like there going to be an infinite more tomorrows of our perpetually uniting and symbiotically humanitarian existence.


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